But did that boy write any nonsense limericks again?
Why are everyone's expressions so weird? It seems like a relative has come to my daughter's house.
The beautiful singer who was in charge of singing the poem was very surprised. Why did everyone look like that after seeing the poem written by the playboy? It felt weird...
After a few minutes, the silent atmosphere suddenly became noisy. Everyone was talking to themselves, whispering to each other, or questioning in a low voice. The atmosphere upstairs became like a vegetable market again:
"Although the artistic conception is beautiful, the feelings are sincere, and fresh and elegant, I still feel weird. What kind of Ci Pai is this? I can't find the corresponding Ci Pai name at all. I'm really playing the piano randomly. Can I compose poetry?"
"How can a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy feel that his close friends are still scattered? Your close friends are only thirteen or fourteen years old, and there are no natural or man-made disasters such as flash floods, earthquakes, and man-made disasters. How can they still be scattered?"
"I'm afraid that all the students and scholars in Huaining County are worried that I will be so particular about their top talents. In order to cover up his masterpiece of a row of egrets rising into the sky beside the ancient pavilion, they worked together to help the top talents concoct it. It's just that
It’s a pity that there is no cure for that poem. With all the efforts of Huaining County, we can only produce such nondescript poems..."
"It must have been copied from somewhere else..."
"I also feel like it was copied from somewhere else. I don't know how much I spent on it. How can a young man write such poetry?"
"This kid wants to be famous. He must be crazy. If he buys this poem, he will wipe out all his money..."
People's voices were not loud at first, they were just tentative questions. Unexpectedly, many people were questioning, so the exchanges sparked and the voices became louder. At first, everyone questioned the name of the poem, and then
Then there is the question of the content of the poem.
"Did you compose this poem?" Zhou Xuezheng, who couldn't take his eyes away from the poem for a long time, finally took his eyes away from the poem, but there were questions after questions in his heart, and he couldn't help but raise his head and look at Zhu
Ping An, staring into his eyes, asked loudly.
Before seeing this young man, Zhou Xuezheng was filled with fire in his heart when he heard about his behavior of being bitten by a snake, hearing the cry of birds, and eating, drinking and sleeping during the county examination. He also sketched out the image of the young man in his heart: fat head and big head
The ears and the whole body look like they are incompetent.
But when I met this young man, I found that he looked like a simple farm boy with a simple and honest face, but he looked like he had never seen the world and was greedy and wasting his parents' hard-earned money, which made me feel disgusted.
When everyone was laughing and laughing, this young man was calm and unfazed, which surprised me a little.
When he held a pen in one hand and rolled his sleeves in another hand to splash ink, and the poems came into his hands, he was no longer a little surprised, but full of surprise.
What kind of boy is this boy? Questions came one after another, making Zhou Xuezheng unable to control himself.
The entire Qing Dynasty, the Republic of China and even modern poetry were "composed" by me. No matter which one has not appeared in this world, they will come to this world for the first time through my hands, and I will be the first to publish them.
How could it not be mine.
"Yes, I am not good at poetry. It took me several months to come up with this poem." Zhu Pingan answered calmly and modestly, without any arrogance, just like a simple young man.
"Some people question the name of this CiCi brand. How do you explain it?" Zhou Xuezheng raised another question after listening to Zhu Pingan's first answer.
Hearing Zhou Xuezheng's question, everyone upstairs was very interested and wanted to see how the young man would answer.
Because the song "Farewell" written by Zhu Pingan really can't find any corresponding title.
"The late student just said that the late student is not good at poetry. The ancient people's lyrics were all music scores with a fixed musical form and structure. When writing lyrics, they had to follow their tune. The late student tried several times, but failed.
Satisfied. Either the words don't fit the tune, or the tune doesn't fit the words. One day, Wan Sheng accidentally read "Ruan Lang Gui" written by Xin Qiji, a great master of the Song Dynasty. He felt a lot about the second half of Ruan Lang Gui, so he took down the lyrics of "Ruan Lang Gui".
Banque came out alone, adjusted the rhythm slightly, and thought about it for several months before composing this song "Farewell". I am not good at poetry in my late life, and the inappropriateness made Mr. Zhou laugh."
Zhu Ping'an dared to bring this song "Farewell" by master Li Shutong of the Republic of China to be used here. He had already thought about the rhetoric in his mind. How could he be unintentional?
Therefore, Zhu Ping'an answered fluently, neither silent nor overbearing, and his words were precise and sincere.
After all, everyone is well-read in poetry, and Xin Qiji's "The Return of Ruan Lang" is no stranger to them:
The lights are dimming in front of the mountain, and clouds come and go on the top of the mountain.
Several villages are surrounded by the sound of partridges, and old friends are met in Xiaoxiang.
Waving feather fans, arranging silk towels, young men are riding horses and dust.
Nowadays, I am haggard and my soul is summoned, and many scholars and scholars miss my body.
The second half of the poem is exactly what Zhu Ping'an said, "Waving feather fans, trimming silk scarves, young men poised and horse dust. Now they are haggard and full of souls, and their Confucian crowns are often missing." Except for the slightly different rhythm of flat and oblique, it is indeed Ruan Lang.
Return to the lower half of the palace.
In layman's terms, the lyrics are the lyrics in the song, and the lyrics are actually the name of a music score with a fixed musical score. Writing lyrics is to fill in the words into a fixed music score, so writing lyrics is also called filling in lyrics. The lyrics are not the same as lyrics.
It is not born with it, but it also has its origin and development process. Therefore, the farewell song composed by Zhu Pingan based on the second half of Ruan Langgui's poem is a bit bold and nonsense, but it still makes sense.
"Well, although there is something wrong with it, we are not pedantic people. This word is fresh and refined, and does not fall into the stereotypes. However, when acquaintances are half scattered, and a pot of turbid wine is used up, how can you explain it?
How can you, when you are still young, have only a few acquaintances and lose all your joy?"
Zhou Xuezheng let go of the word card for the time being, but raised questions about Zhu Ping'an's farewell words.
"Mr. Zhou can see where I am today. There are a lot of friends and acquaintances, but there are no close friends. Otherwise, why would this joke be like this? In the past, my acquaintances were either working in the fields or working as servants for wealthy families, running around making ends meet.
When I think about it carefully, I can't help but feel that my close acquaintances are scattered. As for a pot of turbid wine, the remaining joy is spent, but I am forced to express my sorrow for the purpose of composing new words."
Zhu Ping'an bowed his hands in the direction of Zhou Xuezheng, and a lonely expression appeared on his honest face.
Mr. Li and Mr. Zhao who were sitting next to Zhou Xuezheng heard the words and nodded, agreeing with Zhu Pingan's statement. From the moment they entered the room, they felt that students and scholars from Tongcheng, Taihu and other counties were targeting Zhu Pingan, even if they were sitting with Zhu Pingan.
The students at the same table from the same county didn't seem to be that enthusiastic about him. The thirteen-year-old boy would indeed feel lonely among a group of people who were slightly older than him.
"Then why are you eating, drinking and sleeping in the examination room?" This was almost Zhou Xuezheng's last question.
Although it is not impossible to eat, drink and sleep in the examination room, it is the reason why you are not allowed to leave the examination room for several days in the provincial examination. You only have to take the county examination for one day, and it will pass with patience. How can you eat, drink and sleep properly, even if you have some literary talent?
He has some intelligence, but his attitude is too ungrateful.
"Oh, there is actually a reason for this. When I was a child, I was fat, and my mother liked it very much. When I grew up, I became thinner, and my mother often blamed herself for not taking good care of me. This child test is the first time I have been away from home.
My parents and my mother are worried and worried about me, and I am worried that I will not be able to take care of myself. I want to eat more and gain weight after I leave home. When I get home, I hope that my mother will feel that I have gained weight when she first sees me.
In this way, my mother won’t worry and blame herself. Of course, the later students will also be greedy, haha..."
Zhu Ping'an smiled sheepishly, his words were sincere, and his eyes were filled with longing for his parents in his hometown.
As soon as Zhu Pingan spoke, the entire poetry meeting became much quieter. Zhu Pingan's words, like a lamb kneeling at its breasts, made many students and scholars far away from home miss their parents, and also touched the elderly people deeply.
"Idiot!" Zhou Xuezheng sighed and waved his hand to signal Zhu Ping'an to sit down.